B.L.O.W.

Lyrics

Yeah, look
 2006
 These niggas hated
 But I told them I would make it from the bottom
 Look, you made this shit possible
 Baby, I'm back on the shits
 My baby looked at me like
 "Dammit I hate when you back on the shits"
 Looked at her like this:
 I- I- I- gotta stack it and flip it
 Yeah, this is all Fargo shit man
 (Laughs)
 I go missin' for a month and this is what you do
 Wait, I'ma take ya'll way back, way way back
 Before the old school, before the Maybach
 Whoever came back
 And put the Maple Leaf on the Jays hat
 I was on court chillin' wit my niggas
 On the corner fuckin' wit' the felons
 Wishin' for the Honda Civic
 Pacin', smokin' outta stair cases, in the ceilin'
 Dawg, I just want a new job
 Want my old girl to get a boob-job
 Want my new girl to get a new job
 Yellin' "2pac, 2pac, 2pac!"
 2 Glocks strapped all upon my waist
 For any nigga trippin' around my way
 Mini mac, strapped
 For haters in the back
 In this mini black jansport backpack
 Nigga, matter fact, uh
 Rollin' blunts wit my nigga Rocky
 All we do is go, all we do is go, all we do is go
 No, no, ain't shit can stop me
 I remember lights
 Livin' check to check to check to check
 Fuckin' hoes neck to neck to neck to neck to neck
 To neck to neck to neck, wait
 She ain't fuckin Fargo
 I don't be stressin' these hoes
 Ridin' around with that thang
 You shitted on me
 I don't be stressin' these hoes
 I just pour liquor for niggas that's it
 I do not fuck wit you though
 You shitted on me
 And I can't wait to blow on you
 I can't wait to blow on you
 I can't wait to blow
 I can't wait to blow on you
 I can't wait to blow on you
 I can't wait to blow
 Wait, niggas hatin' on me like I ain't pay for
 I ain't slave for it
 Wasn't workin' night to night to day for it
 Had to wait for it
 Had to spend a couple extra days for it
 Bitch, I know, I know, I know, I know
 Couple bitches that go hand in head
 I'm talkin, hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe, wait
 Hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe
 I heard so-and-so is in your new car
 2 friends for my 2 dawgs
 See I love a bitch that got a few flaws
 Show my old bitches to my new broads
 I got old bitches, I got new hoes
 New flows, cars, clothes
 Bentley whip, Ferrari doors
 I'm Ari gold in Entourage
 I'm fuckin' hoes that's on your squad
 Fargo, call me Argentina
 Hate to be the reason
 Why your dream bitches never get to see ya
 Never, ever, ever, ever, ever
 Me forever, ever, ever, ever, ever?
 Hell yeah niggas jealous of us
 Gettin' hella, hella, hella chedda
 Got an elevator in my Hella Yella
 Women love me like I'm on the Ellen show
 Hella bars for my felon flow
 Niggas hella hard hearin'
 Blind to em
 Gotta hit em with that Hellen Keller flow
 I fucked a lot of bitches, Lord forgive me
 Father God know I did a lot of sinnin'
 Now, I'm watchin' every one of my decisions
 Cause I know the fact that even though I'm livin'
 Nigga livin' under hardly god conditions
 So in my position
 Gotta MOB on the competition
 Gotta squad on the opposition
 Audemaur got me fuckin' every damn bitch in there like
 "Dawg, dawg, I got all the bitches"
 Subtractin' all you weak hoes
 Stack money, money, till it's all addition, wait
 I don't be stressin' these hoes
 
 Yeah, look
 2006
 These niggas hated
 But I told them I would make it from the bottom
 Look, you made this shit possible
 Baby, I'm back on the shits
 My baby looked at me like
 "Dammit I hate when you back on the shits"
 Looked at her like this:
 I- I- I- gotta stack it and flip it
 Yeah, this is all Fargo shit man
 (Laughs)
 I go missin' for a month and this is what you do
 Wait, I'ma take ya'll way back, way way back
 Before the old school, before the Maybach
 Whoever came back
 And put the Maple Leaf on the Jays hat
 I was on court chillin' wit my niggas
 On the corner fuckin' wit' the felons
 Wishin' for the Honda Civic
 Pacin', smokin' outta stair cases, in the ceilin'
 Dawg, I just want a new job
 Want my old girl to get a boob-job
 Want my new girl to get a new job
 Yellin' "2pac, 2pac, 2pac!"
 2 Glocks strapped all upon my waist
 For any nigga trippin' around my way
 Mini mac, strapped
 For haters in the back
 In this mini black jansport backpack
 Nigga, matter fact, uh
 Rollin' blunts wit my nigga Rocky
 All we do is go, all we do is go, all we do is go
 No, no, ain't shit can stop me
 I remember lights
 Livin' check to check to check to check
 Fuckin' hoes neck to neck to neck to neck to neck
 To neck to neck to neck, wait
 She ain't fuckin Fargo
 I don't be stressin' these hoes
 Ridin' around with that thang
 You shitted on me
 I don't be stressin' these hoes
 I just pour liquor for niggas that's it
 I do not fuck wit you though
 You shitted on me
 And I can't wait to blow on you
 I can't wait to blow on you
 I can't wait to blow
 I can't wait to blow on you
 I can't wait to blow on you
 I can't wait to blow
 Wait, niggas hatin' on me like I ain't pay for
 I ain't slave for it
 Wasn't workin' night to night to day for it
 Had to wait for it
 Had to spend a couple extra days for it
 Bitch, I know, I know, I know, I know
 Couple bitches that go hand in head
 I'm talkin, hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe, wait
 Hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe
 I heard so-and-so is in your new car
 2 friends for my 2 dawgs
 See I love a bitch that got a few flaws
 Show my old bitches to my new broads
 I got old bitches, I got new hoes
 New flows, cars, clothes
 Bentley whip, Ferrari doors
 I'm Ari gold in Entourage
 I'm fuckin' hoes that's on your squad
 Fargo, call me Argentina
 Hate to be the reason
 Why your dream bitches never get to see ya
 Never, ever, ever, ever, ever
 Me forever, ever, ever, ever, ever?
 Hell yeah niggas jealous of us
 Gettin' hella, hella, hella chedda
 Got an elevator in my Hella Yella
 Women love me like I'm on the Ellen show
 Hella bars for my felon flow
 Niggas hella hard hearin'
 Blind to em
 Gotta hit em with that Hellen Keller flow
 I fucked a lot of bitches, Lord forgive me
 Father God know I did a lot of sinnin'
 Now, I'm watchin' every one of my decisions
 Cause I know the fact that even though I'm livin'
 Nigga livin' under hardly god conditions
 So in my position
 Gotta MOB on the competition
 Gotta squad on the opposition
 Audemaur got me fuckin' every damn bitch in there like
 "Dawg, dawg, I got all the bitches"
 Subtractin' all you weak hoes
 Stack money, money, till it's all addition, wait
 I don't be stressin' these hoes
 

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Duration
04:40
Key
1
Tempo
130 BPM

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